#promo week

[fairytalebang]

it's promo week!

We are just one week away from the start of posting! But this week, we'll be sharing teasers from our writers & artists.

Participants, tag us in your promo posts so we can boost you.

[quiet-nocturne]

overcome - snippet #2 [countdown to october 3rd]

overcome, chapter eleven:

She adjusted the grip he had on the knife gently with her fingers, sliding his hand further up the handle, closer to the blade. She had to get quite close to him in order to do so, and her side brushed against his.  “Like that.” She instructed quietly. His hand was warm, pliant under her touch. “It'll make your chopping easier to control.”  “Sure.” He sounded slightly dazed, for some reason.  “We also wouldn’t want you to lose a finger.” She teased. “You might need those, after all.”  “True.” He agreed, his voice dipping lower, huskier than usual. “Thanks, Hawkeye. You're always protecting me from myself.” She caught his gaze, and was drawn in like a moth to a flame, unable to pull away. His dark eyes were warm, gentle, but molten - as though he'd like nothing better than for her to be even closer.  What scared her was that she wanted to be, too. 

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the countdown continues: 4 more days until October 3rd! ✨

[that70sshowgoldencouple]

Kurtwood Smith Interview with GMA3

Things to note:

-I just love him

-Wooo!! Executive producer 🥳

-Yay!!! I was right about the kids and Red’s flannels

-The ending 🤣

[wintersphoenix]

Hi me again! Back at the last day to post a preview one more time!

[cricketnationrise]

Defining Expectations

A @omgcpbigbang2021 fic coming to an AO3 near you on December 20!

Featuring: BEAUTIFUL original art by @atlasthemayor, an AMAZING moodboard by @the-lincyclopedia, tacos, gratuitous canon easter eggs, apologies, pie, Charmer, showing love through coding, and just a whole lotta words.

Read the first page below the cut!

anticipation (noun) an·tic·i·pa·tion | \ (,)an-ˌti-sə-ˈpā-shən \      1      b   : the act of looking forward              especially : pleasurable expectation              // looked forward with anticipation to their arrival

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Will is doing some deep breathing. It’s not that he’s nervous or anything he’s just – centering himself, yeah. In and out. In and out. In and – okay he might be a little nervous, but who wouldn’t be starting a new job? Especially one that seems too good to be true?

It’s Will’s first day at Samwell Dictionary.

He’d applied on a whim, not planning to leave his job in Maine; he just applied to see what would happen, to see how he stacked up. If his old job was feeling out of touch and a little more like a chore, well—

So, he applied at Samwell. And look – Will is a computer guy, a numbers guy; the fact that he is now going to be working for a dictionary is so ironic as to be bordering on ridiculous. But he’d liked the feel of the place, even only having their website to go on. (The man who interviewed him, Johnson, had been extremely strange. Even the man’s odd comment of: “Acceptance at Samwell is a turning point in your life, no matter what universe you’re in,” hadn’t completely put him off.) Will has always been an extremely pragmatic person. The offer letter from Samwell marked the first and only time Will had made a major life decision without a pro/con list.

In and out. In and out. In and – oh for fuck’s sake it’s a dictionary, not a warzone, get out of your car.

He gets out of his car, smooths the wrinkles in his shirt, takes another deep breath, and finally gets a good look at the headquarters for Samwell Dictionary.

If anyone had asked Will, he would have said that an office for a dictionary would have lots of glass and marble floors; that it would feel vaguely European, or grand somehow. That it would have a sense of gravitas. The address he pulls up to is – not that. 115 Jason Street is a modest two-story brick building that looks like it used to be a factory. A little run-down, a few weeds, but decently taken care of. There are massive windows on the north side of the second floor, so he was right about the glass at least. Something about the obvious wear (and care) on the building settles his nerves enough for him to go inside.

The sense of rightness hits him out of nowhere. There is just something in the air that makes him feel at home, makes him feel like he’s made the right decision, makes him feel – is that pie he’s smelling? Or is he just hallucinating?

[must-hate-dogs]

The Flame Alchemist, the Traitor Lieutenant, and the Great Prank War of 1913

"I don't have time for your idiocy today, Hughes! Don't you have someone else to bother?"

"Geez Roy," Hughes pouts. "What crawled up your ass and died?"

"Hawkeye's got a date tonight," Breda says, rolling his eyes.

Hughes gasps, looking absolutely crestfallen. "What? Oh no! You see what I told you, Roy, if you don't make a move someone else will. Beautiful girl like that, she's not gonna wait around forever--"

Mustang's cheek twitches. "Shut UP, Hughes," he says through gritted teeth. You well know the lieutenant and I are. Colleagues. And nothing more. She's free to date whoever she wants. I'm... Happy. For. Her."

Four subordinates exchange skeptical looks.

a Team Mustang action comedy for @fmabigbangs 2020 brought to you by me, @flyinbanachab​ With illustrations by @andersunny and @petersgarh coming soon to an internet near you (7/26)

[kagehinabigbang-archive]

HAIKYUU 378 - 401  

MSBY BLACK JACKALS VS SCHWEIDEN ADLERS 

EVERY KAGEHINA MOMENT

[scentedbygunpowder]

Embers in a Wounded Heart

Fullmetal Alchemist Big Bang Preview!

As suddenly as it had begun, the moment was over. Havoc put down the last dish with a quiet exhalation, and Mustang let the water out of the sink, drying his hands on the dishtowel. “Alright. We need to get down to the reason that we came here.” Suddenly both Mustang and Hawkeye were all business, and Havoc felt himself straightening in response. “Captain. If your father had any notes left, where would he have hidden them?”

There was a weird tightening of Hawkeye’s shoulders, and suddenly the anger was reignited in her eyes. “It wasn’t as if he ever told me where he planned to put his notes. Sir.”

There was a definite bite in the response, and it was fairly undisguised. Havoc’s head snapped over her way in surprise. It seemed completely out of character for the normally stoic woman.

Motion caught Havoc’s eye and he turned his attention back towards Mustang. The man had drawn himself up, stiff, and was, Havoc could see, clearly angry.

Whatever had just happened was a landmine, and Havoc could only hope that it didn’t blow while he was in the room. Whatever this was between them, it was dangerous. If it went off, Havoc had the uncomfortable feeling it would cause a lot of damage that might be irreparable.

He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but Havoc took his own life in his hands, and spoke up.

“Seems to me that the study or the library would make the most sense, at least to start looking,” He said. “Might be obvious, but we’ve gotta start somewhere. Either that, or maybe a top down approach? Start at the attic and go down the basement, then out to the outbuildings?”

The tension eased slightly, and Havoc thanked every god he had ever heard of that he hadn’t been shot or roasted—or both.

“That would be better than looking piecemeal,” Roy admitted.

Hawkeye stiffly turned away from them. “I’ll get us some lamps for the attic.”

Post-PD. A drive to look for more of Berthold Hawkeye’s research sends Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, and Jean Havoc back to Hawkeye’s childhood home. But although the years have faded the wounds of Hawkeye’s heart, the embers still exist and this trip, ordered by Mustang, threatens to flame them back to life. With Hawkeye and Mustang at odds with each other, and an unknown but heavy history hanging overhead, Havoc isn’t sure what this research mission will mean to the future of his commanding officers.

Author: Katie

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Cross posted on AO3, FFN and aquietwritingcorner. Reblogged to scentedbygunpowder

Many thanks to @fmabigbangs for organizing this event!